Amorous Goods: The Mayor's Wife

There was just one more piece to go, the garter belt, and Morgana knew she'd have no problem slipping it over Betty's hips. But she decided to wait for the coup de grace. The hold of the spell was weakening with each piece that came off, even though Betty's natural horniness had kicked in and she was very close to orgasm. But Morgana didn't want to lose her dual hold on the woman -- the lingerie's spell and her urge to climax -- before she'd made enough progress in recovering the second lingerie set from Mrs. Mayor.

After easing off her attack on Betty's twat, Morgana raised her head from the woman's crotch. What she saw was very arousing, and encouraging. Sybil had curled up on the sofa next to Betty and was leaning over the reclining woman, kissing her passionately. And her hands were busy mauling her friend's small, sensitive breasts.

With a whimper of distress, Mrs. Sheriff broke off her kiss with Mrs. Mayor and stared down at the green-eyed beauty who was looking up at her with a Mona Lisa smile. "Why did you stop?" the woman whined. "I was just about to come." It was building up to be one of the best orgasms of her whole 48 years and Betty couldn't believe the woman had stopped so close to the end.

"It's lesson time," Morgana replied smoothly. "You hired me not only as your call girl to give you pleasure, but also as your mentor to help you be better call girls for your clients who are on their way to see you."

'We did?' was the question that flashed through Betty's mind. But Sybil, who was still wearing more of her lingerie set, was immediately on board with the sexy stranger's train of thought.

"What lesson?" she asked eagerly. "We want to be as good of whores as you." Morgana managed to hold back her laugh, but had to smile. The words were patently insulting by themselves, but had obviously been delivered with the utmost sincerity and respect for Morgana's assumed skills and experience.

"Teasing," the witch replied. "I take it your clients are not just five-minute quickies so you can get on to the next customer? Aren't they all-nighters?"

"Yes, definitely all-nighters," replied Sybil.

"Then you don't want them finishing too soon, do you? After all, these aren't 18 year old boys or multi-orgasmic women, are they?"

Even Betty had to laugh through the frustration of having her climax delayed, as she pictured her Jim trying to keep going the way he had when they'd become lovers 28 years ago.

"So, you need to balance teasing and pleasing to make things last. And what better way to do both then by splitting your time between your clients?" With that she shifted sideways until she was in front of the pleasingly plump Sybil. As she continued speaking, she reached up to the woman's legs and guided her into the same position as her girlfriend, leaning back into the sofa, ass on the edge of the cushion, legs spread wide.

"Think about it. Would your husband be more likely to enjoy watching you please another man while he's still hot and bothered and waiting for his own orgasm or after he's already come?"

"Definitely while he's still primed and loaded," gleefully agreed Sybil.

"Please another man?" mumbled Betty, who was much freer of the lingerie spell. Then she thought, Were we really letting a group of men feel us up in the hallway just minutes ago? No, the memory was too hazy to be something that had just happened. It must just be an expansion of the powerful fantasies that had been filling her mind all day.

The beautiful call girl broke into Mrs. Sheriff's thoughts when she said, "Betty, isn't it even more exciting to watch me dive into Sybil's muff when your own is still so eager for more?" Then she stopped talking and began her oral expedition through the jungle of Mrs. Mayor's thick pussy rug. At the same time she snaked her right hand over both women's thighs and toyed with Mrs. Sheriff's wonderfully wet cunt.

"I can't wait," said Sybil and she thrust her hands into her crotch and eagerly parted the curtain of pubic hair so that their beautiful call girl could get straight to giving her the same kind of pleasure she'd so skilfully given to Betty.

"Such wonderful, fat lips," moaned Morgana. "That's what I call a real whore's pussy." The shocking words sent an unexplainable thrill through the mayor's wife and she dug in deeper and completely peeled apart her large, dangly lips. The horny witch thrust her tongue immediately into the already gaping hole.

Betty wanted a better look, so she got to her knees on the sofa, put her head on her friend's chest and licked on a fat nipple while gazing down Sybil's torso to her crotch. In return, Sybil slid her left hand down Betty's back until it reached her ass and began blindly exploring. Her eyes, like Betty's, stared down at the top of the third woman's head as it burrowed even deeper into her blazing cunt.

Betty's move meant Morgana could no longer keep playing with the blonde's twat, so she put her hands to use repeating her earlier moves of undoing the garters from the second woman's stockings and rolling them off. Then she gripped the garter belt at the woman's waist and pulled down. Without thought, Sybil lifted her big ass up to help. Morgana broke contact with Sybil's clit just a moment to get the garter down and then returned with a vengeance.

Sensing the married woman's deep desires, the witch worked one hand into the MILF's crotch and began finger fucking her wet cunt while nibbling and sucking on the big clit. It hadn't even been three minutes since Morgana had started in on the woman, but Sybil's excitement had been building all day, ever since they'd first tried on the lingerie in the shop downtown. "Harder, faster!" she demanded as she thrust her crotch against the kneeling woman's mouth and hand and began gushing juices in a cataclysmic orgasm.

Morgana kept her four fingers pistoning in and out and her tongue flicking strongly against Sybil's clit until the woman's gasps finally began to sound more overwhelmed than excited. Then she basically pounced on Betty, yanking her body back into position, while peeling her garter belt down in the process. She paused just a moment, standing up straight on her knees and reaching out to pinch and pull the woman's nipples away from her chest as she looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Your turn. Cum in your whore's mouth." And in 90 seconds, Betty did.

As the two women quivered and panted side by side on the sofa, Morgana discretely swept the clothing pieces she'd taken off of them into a small pile that she picked up as she got to her feet. She smiled down at the two fallen pillars of society and said, "I'd better be leaving now, before your real dates show up."

A look of concern passed over both women's faces as they slowly came out of the fog of the lingerie's spell and their powerful orgasms and remembered that their husbands were on the way. If they showed up now they'd find their wives naked and obviously in post-orgasmic bliss, in a room saturated with the odour of their soaking wet pussies. And that other smell as well. As Betty considered it's earthy, musky odour again, she found herself thinking of a Discovery Channel program about pheromones and how they worked as aphrodisiacs.

"No, don't worry," the beautiful stranger smiled at them before leaning down to give each woman a gentle kiss. "You haven't crossed the ultimate line, either physically or especially emotionally. And you still have plenty of time to tame things down in here to the level you were originally thinking of." Holding up the stockings and garter belts, she said, "But I think I'd better take these with me, don't you? They seem to be just a little too exciting."

Both women nodded in agreement. They'd both loved how they'd looked and felt while wearing the sexy garments, but too much of a good thing could definitely be dangerous. Sybil could hardly believe how close they'd come to fucking all those car guys. And for money! But they hadn't. In fact, the longer Sybil went without wearing the sexy, dangerous lingerie, the less certain she was that the hallway action had really taken place. Like Betty, the images were fading from memory to fantasy.

Morgana spotted a shopping bag with the exotic clothing shop's logo on it by the end table and stepped over to pick it up. Inside she found the red panties and sheer robe that Sybil had opted to go without earlier. She dropped in the undergarments she'd already collected, then moved over to pick up the breast pieces and Betty's sheer robe from where they'd been tossed or dropped. All the time she kept speaking soothingly, but sultrily to the two women who remained sitting on the sofa, legs still spread open in the afterglow of their passion.

"I've really enjoyed playing with you and helping you live out some wonderful fantasies. And it's still all between us. I'll never say a word to anyone, but you can feel free to tell your husbands all or any part of it that you want. Remember, it was your fantasies about them that brought you here in the first place." Betty found the woman's voice almost hypnotic and the worries she'd begun to feel about Jim finding her this way were fading away.

Just as it struck Sybil that she didn't even know this incredible woman's name, she continued in that voice like warm cinnamon butter. "Personally, I'd probably hold our time together as a girls-only thing for now. Perhaps for you to reminisce about when you're alone again." Morgana winked one jade-green eye at them as she considered that the women had been wearing fewer and fewer pieces of the charmed lingerie as their Sapphic threesome had progressed and so it would likely remain in their memories. Vividly in their memories.

But as for the earlier action, the more of the lingerie a woman wore, the more dream-like the memories of what she'd done while wearing it could become. This was a very helpful aspect of the spell, if the woman wasn't really all that eager to admit to and remember her indiscretions. Morgana continued her own spellcasting on the women, using her lyrical voice to help ease their consciences and soften their memories of their earlier behaviour.

"And if you've found yourself developing some other strong fantasy ideas today," she soothed, "I'd also keep those between yourselves. Unless, of course, you think your husbands would also enjoy them." She paused as the women's eyes widened and they considered just how differently their husbands would react to hearing about their hot lesbian affair as opposed to hearing about their fantasies of offering to sell themselves to conventioneers. Because that part was just a fantasy, wasn't it?

Such thoughts naturally caused a tug of anxiety, but both women found themselves pleasantly surprised that they actually weren't all that worried about what had gone on that day. Their sensuous new friend was right, no real harm had been done. And each could easily imagine private times in the future when it would be very pleasant indeed to mentally play back both these real and fantasy moments. Their beautiful call girl certainly knew how to put things in the right perspective.

The curvaceous brunette retrieved her handbag from where she'd dropped it in the entry way and dug through it as she walked back to the two friends who'd risen to their feet. She took out a prescription bottle with the lid on upside down to avoid the child lock. Twisting it open, she shook three blue pills into her palm and held them out. "When your dates see you I have no doubt they'll want to make the most of their all-nighter status. These will help their flesh keep up with the willingness of their spirits," she said with a merry wink. "Give each man a half a pill when they arrive and another whole one two hours later."

Sybil took the pills from her hand and suddenly found herself in a passionate kiss with the beauty. After a wonderfully long time that was far too short, the raven-haired temptress turned her attentions from Sybil to Betty, who matched her friend's low moan of passion while they locked lips. Then their call girl was breaking away again.

In the entry hall, Morgana looked into a mirror on the wall and ran her fingers swiftly through her mussed hair. Then she used her fingertips to rub at lipstick that had strayed past the edges of her full lips. Picking up the bag of lingerie, she turned back one more time to the two naked women who now held each other in their arms. "Have fun," she said. Then she blew them a kiss and walked out the door.

Still standing dumbly in front of the elevators, Vikki looked at Dylan questioningly yet again, with ever more consternation in her face. Where is she?! his cousin's eyes said, as they had for the past 15 or 20 minutes. He could only shrug. He understood and empathized with the frustration of not knowing what to do next, but waiting was still their only real option. They couldn't just walk away when Morgana might suddenly need their help. But standing around in a hotel hallway was becoming more and more uncomfortable.

Finally, a door opened about 30 feet down on the left and Morgana Delacroix walked gracefully toward them, carrying a stuffed shopping bag with the costume shop's logo on the side.

Dylan pressed the elevator call button and the doors opened just as Morgana arrived, with her usual, inscrutable smile on her face. Although, Vikki noticed, her normally perfect hair did seem more tousled than when they'd ridden up. And was her lipstick smeared?

"So, what happened?" Vikki demanded snippishly when the doors closed, leaving them in privacy. "Why did you take off like that?"

Morgana just looked her straight in the eye and delivered her answer calmly, like a teacher responding to the slightly slow student in class.

"Since the clothes were enchanted, the only way to break the spell was obviously to get the clothes off. It really wouldn't have been appropriate to have them strip down right there in the hallway, in front of their prospective clients, now would it?" Vikki shook her head no with some chagrin. "So, I talked them into one of their rooms and finally got them to disrobe." She held up the shopping bag, a black strap to something hanging out over the edge. Vikki silently dropped in the red bandage strap bra she'd recovered from the hallway floor.

"Fortunately," Morgana continued. "Their memories of what happened while they were wearing the lingerie are going to be pretty fuzzy. Although their dreams and fantasies for the next couple of weeks may be far more exotic than they're used to. But that's not necessarily a bad thing," she added with a smile and a gleam in her eye. Vikki was poised with another question, but then the elevator doors opened and delivered them to a lobby full of people that cut off the conversation.

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